CRAVING ISABELLA
There are sheer drapes tied to the railings, moving gently with the evening breeze.
Small round tables are set up with candles in glass holders, each surrounded by tiny sprigs of dried lavender.
There’s a long table off to the side with food... nothing heavy, just finger foods, pastries, fruit, and small desserts.
And the drinks. Color-coordinated. Of course they are. Light purples, pinks, clear sparkling things that look harmless but probably aren’t.
Tina’s idea of 'controlled,' apparently.
I glance down at the list in my hand again.
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